“Rowan,” I turn, running my fingers up his jaw as I meet his gaze. “I’m going fucking crazy. I need you inside of me.”
Heat flares in those green eyes, and Rowan suddenly has both of us standing.
“I can fuck you against this wall if you’d like,” he offers. “But as hot as that’d be, I think we’d both enjoy it more if we went to your bedroom and you gave me the honor of riding my dick while I lie beneath you.”
This fucking guy. I kind of want to slap him. If he keeps saying such filthy things without touching me, I’ll start to get angry.
“I’ll ride you for as long as you like, but you have totouch mefirst.”
Right as I think Rowan will bristle at my attitude, he just grins, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the only other two rooms in the apartment.
“Don't worry, Eli. I’ll touch you plenty,” he promises.
At the end of the hallway, I gesture toward the right, and we enter my bedroom. Rowan wastes no time ripping his clothes off. Then he turns to me, gripping the hem of my sweater and pulling it over my head. As he fumbles with the button of myslacks, his mouth suctions around one of my nipples, and I arch against him.
Yes. This is what I wanted. What I needed.
I purr against him, goosebumps raising once again as my pants hit the floor. Rowan hooks his finger under the waistband of my briefs and yanks those down as well, leaving me bare in front of him.
He pulls away, taking only a moment to drink me in. Most likely for my own benefit. Then, he has me turned around, bending me at the waist to where I’m resting with my palms flat on the bed, propped up by my arms.
His hands run down my spine, and I try not to shake just from this touch alone—from his hot breath hitting my back.
Rowan drags his tongue over my dimples again, only he does not stop there. That tongue drags down and onto my left cheek before he bites into the meat of my ass.
I jerk under his hold, breath hitching. When he does the same on the other side, my arms damn near give out.
But then Rowan is spreading my cheeks, and as I feel his hot breath fan over my hole, my eyes widen.
“Wait. Rowan, I haven’t showered—hey!” His hot tongue passes over my entrance with a quick lick, cutting off my disagreement. My eyes begin to water. “I’m serious! I haven’t—ungh,” I groan, his tongue returning a second and then a third time.
“I really don’t fucking care,” is what Rowan says, but it’s half-muted as his face is still buried in my ass, and I can feel the vibrations of his voice go straight to my balls.
I clench my teeth.
Rowan licks at me like a dog lapping up water. And when he changes tactics to sucking and dragging his teeth over the muscle, my armsdogive out, and I land on my elbows against the mattress.
This position only gives Rowan more of me, as he spreads me further and buries his tongue inside of my entrance.
“Oh, fuck!” I yell desperately, fingers gripping my comforter as I try to breathe around the feel of it. The heat and the intensity.
Something is building in my chest alongside the pleasure, and this time around, I’m trying to focus on it harder as his tongue plunges in and out.
What is it? What is this sorrow, and this longing? This deep-rooted fear and affection? Is this what liking someone feels like? Do I really like Rowan?
As Rowan pulls his tongue from me, he leans over my back, panting. I am overwhelmed by the sweet, flowery scent of him once again. It makes me hungry; it makes me feral.
“Do you have lube?” he asks, and I’m unable to speak, so I nod and point to the top drawer of my dresser.
He pulls away from me to grab it, and I feel the loss immediately. I feel it as if I’ve lost a vital piece of myself and now only the unimportant parts are left.
And I’m so overcome by this sadness that I don’t hear the cap snap open, or feel his presence as he returns to stand behind me.
One moment I am mourning the loss of him, and the next, he has two fingers buried deep inside of me.
“Rowan!” I scream, head falling between my shoulders to rest against the bed. My heart is pounding so loudly that I wonder if he can feel it.
If somehow, he can feel how hard my heart beats for him all the way through my body to where he’s connected to me.
